HERMIONE
I stare at my reflection in the mirror and grimace. My hair's a mess, and I try to tame it with my fingers, but it's no use.
I grab my comb and work it through my tangles until my hair's smooth. My scalp burns, but I'm glad for the distraction from thoughts of Aiden. My skin still tingles from his touch.
"I hate him," I mutter, scowling at myself.
I remember how I looked after he left – a total mess. How could he find me charming like that? I snort, thinking guys like him would chase any woman who'd give them the time of day.
I try to focus on work, but Aiden's calls and texts keep haunting me. I ignore them, determined to shake him off. Still, my heart skips a beat when I see his name on my phone. He's switched to texts since I've been ignoring his calls.
"I know this is
